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It's appealing in its own way, I guess. But I much prefer the landscape in Rosewood.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, sending a spike of anxiety through my gut. There are only four people who call me on this phone and two of them are standing five feet away from me.
I slip it out of my jeans, my shoulders relaxing at the text message notification from Evangeline. She sent me a text the last two nights, letting me know when Hunter fell asleep.
She doesn't know that I have Ma sending me updates too.
Evie: omg look at what I found
Evie: *image loading*
We're only a handful of feet away from a dead zone, so it takes a minute for the photo to come through, and even then, it's a blurry mess. I sigh and shake my phone because I'm an idiot.
“What's wrong?” Bane asks.
“Nothing, just this stupid fucking photo from Evangeline won't load,” I mutter, staring at the screen as if that will make it load faster.
“You getting nudes, man?” Griz, one of Diesel's most-trusted guys, says with a salacious grin.
I cut my eyes toward him. “It's my nanny.”
His brows hit his hairline, his messy hair flopping underneath his backwards baseball hat, and his whistles under his breath. He flashes me a grin and says, “Banging the nanny, a little cliche for my tastes, but you do you, man.”
“Fuck you,” I grit through my teeth, annoyance surging.
Diesel wanted us on this job, and then he gave us a fucking babysitter. That shit grates on my nerves, even if I do understand it. Trust between clubs is fragile on the best of days, especially when you're usually a thousand miles away from one another.
Griz chuckles. “I can't tell if that's a confirmation or a denial, but—”
“Drop it, man,” Nova says with a sigh. “How much longer? I thought your guy said an hour. It's been almost three.”
The four of us are sitting on our bikes an hour outside the nearest town. It's one of those one-stoplight towns with a single road in, ending in a lake. In the middle of fucking nowhere. We're on the side of the road, in the poorest excuse for a rest stop I've ever seen. Two portable toilets sit against the tree line twenty feet off the road and a weathered pergola with a single metal picnic table.
“What are we even looking for, man?” Nova asks. He fiddles with the brim of his hat, his attention focused on his phone as he fingers fly across the screen.
I bet that asshole is texting my nanny while she's busy looking after my boy.
It's the reminder I needed, and I check my phone again.
“Dunno,” Griz says nonchalantly. “Prez needed to secure a package, and we're here as assurance no one gets out.”
Bane narrows his eyes at the Blue Knight next to me. His expression is seemingly passive, but it's all an act. One he perfected years ago. He looks like a casual observer, maybe even a reluctant participant in any given conversation.
But inside? Inside he's a riot, a chaos tornado, just shoring it all up until it needs to be unleashed.
“So, you're telling me you have no idea what your club is even here for?” Bane asks, his tone even and measured.
Griz grins, his smile widening too much. “I didn't say that, did I?”
Bane looks from Griz's phone to his face. “You sure you got service?”
He leans forward, draping an arm over his handlebars. “Yep. This is the spot, so this is where we'll be until Prez tells us we're clear.”
Bane sucks his teeth and looks down the road in a clear dismissal. But I'm too fucking overheated to bother wading in. Evangeline's photo finally loaded.
“This woman,” I force out through a strangled laugh.
“What?” Nova asks.
